Page 35 of Seducing the Sheriff
Now? Should I make my move now?
“Gorgeous.”
He’d already turned his head, so I knew he wasn’t referring to me. Actually, even if he’d been staring into my eyes dead on, I wouldn’t have thought that. I glanced in the direction he was looking and had to agree. The orange and yellows of the sky had deepened and were now edged with indigo.
I licked my lips. “It is. I have a feeling I’m really going to love it here.”
Cash met my eyes, our earlier staring contest taking on a softer feel. “I think you are, too.”
We leaned in at the same time, my lips meeting a fraction of a second sooner than his. I decided it counted. I was definitely the one who made the first move. However, Cash was the one who wrapped his palm around my nape, holding me in place while he took control of the kiss.
Cash pushed past the seam of my lips with his tongue. He took his time with me, exploring my mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. I answered with my own swipes, tentative at first, but as the moment stretched on, I grew bolder.
I placed a hand on the solid wall of his chest, curling my fingers into the soft cotton of his shirt as he deepened the connection between us. The lingering taste of the beer faded as the intensity of our kiss grew. Every rational thought was scattered like tumbleweeds being chased by the wind.
When we broke apart, his breathing was as ragged as my own. He rested his forehead against mine, idly stroking the back of my neck with his thumb.
“I swear I didn’t plan that,” Cash whispered.
“I did.”
A small gasp fell from Cash’s lips as he lifted his head and locked eyes with me. “You naughty, naughty boy.”
A wave of shyness swept over me. “Not usually. I surprised myself.”
One side of Cash’s mouth quirked in a smile. “I wasn’t saying that as a reprimand. More like a compliment.”
“Yeah?”
Cash’s smile turned into a grin. “Yeah. So, what’s next?”
“Ordering a mattress.”
He barked out a hearty laugh, and I fell into my own round of hilarity. The tension was broken, but it still didn’t answer the question of how naughty I planned on being that night.
“Hey.” Cash pulled me in for another quick kiss. “If I’m assuming too much, we can pick up this conversation another time.”
“Well…” As far as my dick was concerned, I wasn’t anywhere near to assuming too much. “You’re not. But my accommodations here make the Roadrunner motel seem like the Ritz.”
Cash’s eyes darkened. “I don’t care about that.” He trailed his fingers through my hair. “But whatever makes you comfortable.”
He was so damn polite. Was that what he meant about being old-fashioned?
I cleared my throat and channeled my inner brazen self. “I think a shower and blow job would be good for starters.”
Cash rose from his chair so fast that if I’d blinked, I would’ve missed it. “Works for me. What are we waiting for?”
I grinned and took his hand.
What indeed?
Chapter Ten
Cash
As Greg led me into the house, I felt a tremble. I wasn’t sure if it was his hand or mine, maybe both. It kinda settled me, the fact we were both nervous and wanted this. Neither of us were players, and my love life had been drier than the desert since I moved to Charming. Porch time was great, but now I wanted Greg, no hesitation.
He was everything I desired in a partner: intelligent, fun, he didn’t overwhelm me, and more to the point, he was as nerdy as I was.
